TWENTY THREE ✖ SPAM/TEXT

[wedonot]

[Open Spam for the Pub]

[Charles didn't spend much time in here. Really, ever since he'd become, for all intents and purposes, the guardian of three young adults, Charles hadn't really indulged much in anything that could be considered irresponsible, which was fairly different from how he'd spent his life before meeting Moira in the bar in Oxford. When he hadn't been working on his thesis, a fair amount of time had been spent in different pubs, wooing women and generally not really acting like an adult who was working to be a professor of genetics.

But tonight he found himself deciding he needed a change in scenery, and he needed a drink, because sitting around in his room doing nothing was doing himself no good. Between the conversation with Wanda and the ethical questions it raised and Morgana killing Merlin, he didn't really know what to do with himself, because he couldn't go for a run, he didn't want to talk to Erik (not yet anyway), and he wasn't sure if he wanted to be around people, or to be alone.

So he is just letting himself in, helping himself to some Scotch and will be sitting off by himself thinking a bit nostalgically to a time where the only responsibility he had was making sure Raven kept out of trouble, and trying to ignore the fact that he hadn't seen or talked to his sister since the beach, and that had been almost nine months ago.]

[Private to Erik, a while later]

If you're not busy, I wouldn't mind some company up in the pub.

[ooc: MULTIPLES ARE WELCOME FOR THE SPAM I forgot to mention it earlier sorry about that. Gimme all your cr. c:]

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[can_has_vodka]

[Arkady appears at his elbow as soon as he selects a table, her face a mask of worry. It's hard to be someone who genuinely cares about people; she knows that one firsthand, and there are many terrible things happening. She knows this fatigue, knows it very well, and she might have something that will help. But she'll start with a gentle outpouring of support and concern, and a drink.]

Sweet or strong tonight, Charles?

[wedonot]

[It was hard not to startle a little, when she just appeared like that, but he manages a sort of wan smile for her. He liked Arkady, even if it was hard, sometimes, to not feel like a baby compared to her when it came to communicating telepathically, if only because she'd grown up with what was basically a family to talk to, and until he'd run into Emma, he'd been the only one he knew was capable of it.

He's tempted to say the hell with it and ask for something strong, but he holds himself back, trying to force some cheerfulness into his voice.]

Surprise me?

[can_has_vodka]

[She's concerned, she has an idea on what to do, but right now...damn. Let's see if she can't try for a smile.]

[She goes behind the bar and starts chopping, blending and pouring, adding strawberries, and then rummaging mysteriously for a bit. She grabs a special set of tongs and breaks out the dry ice. She starts to hum, a faintly mischievous look on her face.]

[wedonot]

[Alright, fine, now he's curious and grinning a little, cautiously, because who knows, really, what you've got planned here.]

What are you doing?

[can_has_vodka]

[She peeeeeeks at him around the corner of the bar--and then disappears again. There is a sudden poof of what looks like fog rolling out from behind the bar. Also telepathically based sci-fi theremin music.]

Well...you said surprise you....

[wedonot]

[Charles chuckles, picking up on the music and deciding to be patient anyway.]

I just wasn't expecting it to be quite this much of a spectacle.

[can_has_vodka]

Well. I don't get invited to get really creative often enough. [She comes parading out...holding a volcano bowl. The top is steaming with dry ice, which chills the contents of the outer ring. The straw-holes have one curly straw and an assortment of fruit spears. There is a strong smell of rum and fruit juice coming from the monstrosity she cheerfully sets before him.]

[wedonot]

[Charles' eyes widen when he sees the drink, almost not sure what to make of it, because it's easily the most involved drink he's ever seen, let alone had. He generally isn't much of a cocktail person, but he's certainly willing to give this a shot, chuckling again as he considers it.]

What on earth did you put in it?

[can_has_vodka]

Light rum, dark rum, orange, mango and pineapple juices with a touch of peach schnapps. There's only a few shots' worth in there, didn't want to drown you in it. Dry ice cooled, of course. It's the only thing awesome enough.